So.
Act 5, huh?
Oh, and that.
"You can start breakdown now."
Finished the game couple of days ago and had some thoughts I needed to process a little. Like. Yes.
So anyway I actually didn't plan this and just wanted to redraw some sprites to just make sure I understand how to draw Siffrin correctly (still working on that!)
What did I learn from this? How fun it it to draw on a canvas that literally doesn't let you draw with colors without some layer cheating when necessary. Never tried it.
The beans. Sleeping beans.
Basically what happens when you want to sleep AND draw. Draw characters sleeping on your behalf.
Doesn't help, but at least it's cute.
I have no idea what was going on in my mind as I drew this. Feels like a fever dream of 'I want to sleep' at 4 am and 'Hm...' of thinking random things
Also that phone craft sign. Still too funny to imagine. I had to.
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Toy Soldier vs Drumbot Brian contrasts save me <33
Smth smth, the inanimate being choosing to carve and force a piece of life inside itself. The human who was forced to become an object, a robot, with no choice in the matter. The usage of it/its to dehumanize oneself as a means of reclaiming an identity vs the usage of he/him as a means of reclaiming the human identity taken. One who's angel voice pierces through instruments and other singers like when it sings vs the one who rarely sings unless the entire crew sings, so that his voice may be drowned out among it all. The Toy Soldier who completely halts the pacing of another mechanism's song (gptvtmk) to do a heart wrenching solo that temporarily takes the spotlight while refusing to have an independent backstory song vs Drumbot Brian who does have a backstory song, but refuses to sing it unless alongside his other mechanisms and has someone who wasn't a part of the crew at the time be the main singer. Hell, just the difference in focus on title between their songs "The Toy Soldier's Song" which puts all the focus on the Toy Soldier vs "Lost in the Cosmos" which focuses squarely on the situation. The way neither of them have complete control of their actions, not when a sharp order or the flip of a switch may change them in an instant.
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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY SIFFRIN!!!
to the cutest traumatized being ever created!
ALSO I'M INCLUDING LOOP IN THIS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION, I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THEM!
SO happy birthday Siffrin and Loop :)
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ok hey, is it alright if i wave my themes and narratives at you yet? what? oh okay just checking
nothing but a dull ache is a short-to-medium-length oneshot brought about by another author’s twoshot that rewired my brain so hard it instantly brought me into the isat community.
heads up, siffrin crucially is not in this one — or, well, they’re present, but not in person (not dead!! just… not here). that’s its driving force, actually. if you like stories about spaces left behind and people who love each other learning how life can go on despite it all, i hope you can enjoy nothing but a dull ache. <3
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This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!
You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)
It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and
Hmm. That's not water.
How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.
Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.
Perhaps a bit too much, actually.
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An isat x orv crossover would like, destroy me emotionally. But it would be so cool. If you ever post more of your art I would love to see it !!
AAAAA tysm !! I took a while to respond so I could make this silly isat AU for orv 🥺 hope you enjoy!
(obligatory “please spare me, I’m on ACT 2” mention)
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Honestly if like. Isafrin or isilloop or any of them had kids in any way one day. Loop would be the shovel talk parent and they would throw a mug at whoever the kid brought home.
Not even necessarily like. Because they’d be strict I just don’t think anyone else (besides odile) would do that and they’d decide someone had to at the very least.
It’s just. It’s set in my mind loop would give the most intimidating shovel talk ever to some poor kid. Imagine talking to your partners parents and everyone’s really nice to you and it’s scary cause they’re the saviors but otherwise okay and then this fucking creature pulls you aside and threatens to hunt you down if you fuck up even slightly (or kiss in front of them cause loop voice. Ew). That’s terrifying.
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